Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light - Chapter 254: Silent

Unlike the Astartes legions favored by the Empire such as the Sons of Glory, the warships owned by the Warhounds are not large in size.

The two battleships of the second company can only release a small fleet and some air combat units such as gunboats from within.

“We received records from a merchant ship. One hundred and twenty years ago, a small merchant ship from the empire had to make an emergency landing here and was executed by the so-called rulers of this planet.”

The technical sergeant handed something similar to a ship’s information recorder into Rasta’s hands.

He held the recorder in both hands, bowed and lowered his head.

Rasta took the recorder, looked at it, and put it back in the hands of the technical sergeant.

“Nothing, just some damn people.”

Even in just one star sector, there are countless small merchant ships in the empire, and there are countless villains, profiteers and scum among them.

These people died at the hands of the Nusria nobles, and it can be said that they got the hammer they asked for.

“Do you have any instructions regarding this battle?”

Behind the technical sergeant, the navigator asked carefully.

The cans are all preparing for airborne landings and ground strikes, but roles like navigators are fine for the time being.

The gunners were so excited that they wanted to bomb the world.

“There is no instruction, just beating up the primitive people, or even a group of primitive people who don’t know how to be humble and look down on us.

They treat us like merchant ships from more than a hundred years ago. Let’s show them how powerful we are. “

Rasta began to call Salish, saying that he needed this guy to do some things that were not suitable for him and the cans.

The Prince of Joy on the other end of the psychic phone seemed a little horrified.

After all, every time Rasta came to Him, nothing good happened.

This time He did not call me Father, but said honestly: “What do you want from me?”

“I have some souls to send to you. I need you to torture these souls to the best of your ability. You should understand what I mean.”

“Ah, how wonderful, is this the housework you assigned me…”

“If you say one more word, I will cut off your long tongue and use it to strangle yourself!”

Raste’s words seemed a bit Slaanesh.

But Salish doesn’t like it. As Rasta is the death of everything, any harm he does will only bring about the pain of disappearance. Born from the chaos of human emotions, she is particularly afraid of this.

After closing his mouth, the Lord of Pleasure began to set his sights on Nusria, which was supposed to be Khorne’s territory.

Salish couldn’t help but hum at the thought of her mortal enemy Khorne being taken over by Ralast.

If Rasta was willing to say to him, “Look, this is the empire I have built for you,” he could think of 6,666 ways to use his tongue. It’s a pity that the guy who forcibly calls himself the Sixth Evil God doesn’t pout. Crazy bird.

Light, who was not smiling at Slaanesh, looked down at Nusria from the battleship.

This perspective can easily create a panoramic effect on a life.

One of the genetic modifications humans received during the Golden Age was to ignore panoramic effects.

This is a special sense that can stimulate human life instincts and cannot be restrained, just like the time of sages.

That strong feeling of insignificance is countless times stronger than living in the hive all your life and suddenly being sent to the Hawaiian hive of Gutera.

Rasta cannot have a panoramic effect on the planet.

When the evil spirit uses the bottle of ashes to collect the universe, it collects it according to one heaven. One heaven is called an infinite world, just like one eternity is a moment for the evil spirit.

The infinity of low dimensions was just a grain of sand in the eyes of evil spirits a long time ago, and the speed of evil spirits becoming powerful is getting faster and faster.

Only when a certain universe is found to be particularly interesting will the evil spirit stay and slowly destroy it, just like picking tofu with the tip of a needle on a whim.

“Too fragile.”

Rasta looked at the planet and commented like this.

He has been reining in his conceptual existence, otherwise as long as he stands here, the aura emitted by himself, even if it is not in a dazzling light state, can extinguish the surrounding star systems.

He only had to look at Nusria from beyond the Milky Way, and Nusria would disappear.

The thoughts of evil spirits are full of weirdness and incomprehensibility.

The cans and mortals of the Warhound Legion have absolutely no problem with this.

The last time the quartermaster passed by a black hole, he took the most powerful celestial body over and ate it while saying it was too fragile. There was no imperial truth at all.

“I need to terraform this planet.”

Rasta is a little partial to Angron.

The Mother of Fire Dragons’ Nocturne didn’t interfere too much and focused on the original flavor.

But Nusria, at first glance, felt that she was not qualified to be the foundation of the World-Eating Dragon.

He wants to strengthen the entire Nusria four times, so that it can be conceptually modified while the gravity remains unchanged, and become a special life planet that can harden a neutron star of the same size without being damaged.

The planetary transformation project is something that some powerful alien civilizations like to toss about. The specific principle is to transform the conquered planet into an ecological environment suitable only for the survival of their own race, and rely on their own physiological conditions to occupy the right time and place.

This move works well against ordinary alien kings, but it is a bit difficult to deal with the powerful civilized empire.

The navigator knew that he was being disrespectful, but he still asked the question that many people knew but still wanted to verify.

“Who is more powerful, you or the Emperor?”

“The Emperor and I once transformed into Key Immortals and fought to the edge of morality. Our three views were shattered and our humanity was wiped out!

In the end, I narrowly won a move and proved that I am stronger than him. Do you want to know how I am stronger than him? “

Rasta was full of violent remarks, but not a single serious word.

“I, I don’t know, but…but I think…”

The navigator lady nodded hard, and the next moment, her eyes widened, because it was triple happy time!

Raste split into two more incarnations, and the three Raste explained in unison.

“Because I have three heads and six arms and extraordinary fighting power, the Emperor cannot defeat me with just one head and two arms.

I could even fight him while forming a cheerleading team to cheer myself up and defeat him psychologically.

snort! If it really doesn’t work, I can still…”

“What else?” The navigator was shocked.

I can still show respect to him and take out the Divine Light Stick and Evolutionary Truster, so that he can experience the care from the leader of the Garden Baby Army.

“Come here, this navigator has ideological problems and has no respect for the emperor at all. Lock her up!”

Rasta recruited two female auxiliary soldiers to hold the navigator down. After all, the navigator, who was getting closer and closer, had already begun to think about whether he could abduct a quartermaster incarnation.

In fact, all disciples and original bodies of light desire who know that Rasta has countless incarnations have this idea.

He has so many incarnations, can’t I have just one?

The three Rasta avatars looked at each other, then stood facing each other.

“Scissors! Rock! Paper! You lose! You are outside, we are going to rest!”